In the courtyard, Kevin Cliff was playing chess with his father, who seemed very keen on the Chinese game; she used to play a round or two with him every time she visited. Now, the seat that was once hers had been taken by him, and she felt somewhat disgruntled, yet she couldn't deny that him sitting with her father playing chess seemed to suit them much better than when she did.
Charlotte Green masked her surprise and irritation and stepped forward with a faint smile, "You're here too."
Her tone was very casual, as if she was greeting a passerby.
Then, without waiting for his response, she went up and hugged her father, "Dad, you said you had something to tell me, what is it?"
At twenty-eight, she was still acting coquettishly with her father; outsiders would certainly laugh at her if they saw.
But what of it? She was determined to make up for those twenty-three years of missing fatherly affection.